Set from Age of Ultron in between with Civil War, The Avengers have new recruits in the team, many from the aid of Captain America. One of them happen to be you, The Summer Soldier, an unheard project of HYDRA. What the team doesn’t know won’t hurt them… But will open their eyes.
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader
request: Could you possibly do some with Sups? Maybe him having a crush on someone (reader) and being kinda shy? He then asks her what she thinks about Superman? Idk, just something with Clark, there isn’t enough.
requested by: anon
a/n: THERE ISN’T ENOUGH CLARK KENT! I’m a huge marvel nerd but cannot deny the amazing and iconic characters created by DC comics. Also, I might have a small crush of Clark Kent. Not as big as my crush on Robbie(nothing will be as big as my crush on him). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Also, first time writing for Clark!
Imagine Thor not understanding why you call him Prince Charming.
“Come on, Prince Charming, it’s time for breakfast.”
Thor frowned, tilting his head to one side, “I do not understand.”
You blinked, “What do you mean? The Prince Charming thing?”
“Yes, I do not understand. Is this a human reference?”
Your lips quirked into a crooked smile, “Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s a fairy tale thing. The damsel in distress gets rescued by their Prince Charming and they become a princess. Prince Charming is just a classic sort of arch-type I guess.”
Thor nodded seriously, “I believe we have something like this in Asgardian mythology.”
You grinned, “I’d love to hear all about it. But right now, breakfast. Come on, big guy, it’s gonna get cold. And remind me to introduce you to some Disney movies sometime.”
Just received my Myers-Briggs results, so now I understand your self-reference as INFJ. I'm INTJ. Based upon your autobiographical excerpts, we had similar family experiences. Perhaps that accounts for our similar scoring. I wonder whether, for an adult, does Myers-Briggs tell us what we are or what we have become over the years?
Ooh! Congratulations on INTJ (as if it’s a prize, right?! We are quite similar)! This is an excellent question, and one I had considered previously. I think, as Jung explains it, our dominant personality traits that develop in childhood never change, but secondary traits are malleable and can vary slightly as we age. So if you are introverted, you won’t suddenly or over time become extroverted, but judging or feeling traits could evolve somewhat. Here’s a link to more information!
Characters: CastielXReader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1206
Summary: AU* – Y/N is a solo hunter rescued by the Winchester
brothers and now living with
them at the bunker. Working an intriguing case, her relationship with
the fallen angel Castiel blossoms into something more than friendship -
but is their love strong enough to survive the next apocalypse? AU note*
has never been human in this universe. Fluff except for chapter 7 which
is pure smut and can be skipped without losing anything of the plot.
Cas crossed the room to peer out the
window. When he turned back toward you, his brow was deeply furrowed.
“What is it Cas?” Your stomach
dropped, you’d never seen him look so somber.
“I walked into the valley last night
to confirm information Sam sent about an archaeological dig. The report led me
to deeply sacred ground. Someone dug there for a very long time – a hundred
years or more - and it appears they found what they sought,” he again looked
out the window as if he were expecting unwanted guests, “Y/N, if this is what I
believe it to be - it’s bad.”
“Okay, we’ve handled bad before,” you
sat on the edge of the bed and nervously scratched the back of your neck, “On a
scale of 1 to apocalypse, how bad is bad?”
B: What do you want, Raylan? Leftover chicken? It’s all been et. R: What happened to the big bad man, called out 24 hours to get ‘er done? B: Afraid I don’t understand your reference, Raylan. R: I’m asking where your balls are at. You gonna pull off the job, Boyd, or am I gonna die of anticipation?
been acting so strangely since you arrived this morning, what’s going on Y/N? I
feel like there’s something important that I’m missing out.” Matty said
confused while dialing the code to his locker, switching out his math books
with English and looked at you with an odd expression.
what I wanted to talk about earlier. I need to tell you something important.”
You mumbled and scratched your arm, looking down at your feet in a nervous
manor. Matty lifted an eyebrow by your words and smacked his locker shut and
leaned his back against it. ”Tell me about it then.”
your mouth ready to explain everything that had been going on when you were
alone outside but your breath caught in your throat when you noticed Mr.
Hemmings coming out of the classroom you had been in less than 5 minutes ago,
and he stood talking with Mrs. Harris. You zoned out staring at him for seconds
without any realization around you and his eyes happened to glance towards your
direction and it made you furrow your eyebrows when he stared at you with no
emotions on his face features.
”You were saying?”
Matty asked almost impatient, confused to your sudden zone out and your eyes
looked up at his confused ones.
tell you here. Come on, lunch is waiting.” You mumbled fast and grabbed his arm
and you glanced towards Mr. Hemmings’ direction shortly before turning around with
Matty, heading towards the school’s canteen that was already filled with hungry
students craving for a long break after the struggling boring classes.
filling your trays with food you guys headed towards your usual table, sitting
by the edge of it while the squad of the cheerleader team sat at the other end
of the table. There was no doubt you guys did not want to sit with them but
this was the only spot left in the cafeteria and you guys were used to it. It
was either them or the emo freaks who wouldn’t say a thing during lunch, just stare
at each other with the same boring death glare.
you going to tell me at the hallway?” Matty asked while digging his fork into
his salad and you shifted in your seat and was ready to speak up but you guys
were interrupted by the cheerleaders giggling and chit chatting.
”I swear to
god, Mr. Hemmings is sex on a fucking stick.” Brittany, the head leader of the
cheerleaders almost yelled in excitement so everyone in the canteen could hear
her and she pushed some of her dark hair away from her face and over her
shoulder, a smirk appearing on her face when the other cheerleaders started to
giggle and nod their heads agreeing with her. “Here we go again.” Matty mumbled
and mocked her silently, his direction going back to the salad in front of him.
agree with her.” Another cheerleader agreed with Brittany and it made you scoff
and shake your head by their behavior. ”He’s not that fucking pretty.” You
mumbled under your breath, yet it was still loud enough for them to hear and Brittany
leaned her head to the right side and looked at you with a curious smirk.
that Y/L/N?” She asked and crossed her legs while sitting on the table, and you
rolled your eyes by her question and glanced towards her.
don’t understand while you’re drooling over him.” You said with a shrug and she
cracked up laughing in disbelief by your words and rolled her eyes while looking
at the other cheerleaders with a mockingly expression. Brittany really topped
the category of being ridiculously snobbish. She had the money, she had the
body but her personality was shit it was thrilling to see how the boys hadn’t
noticed it yet. It wasn’t like you guys weren’t on good terms but occasionally when
Britt would fire off a comment that didn’t agree with yours you would speak up.
because he is fucking hot?” Brittany said and stood up from the table and
walked down so she was standing on the floor. ”But maybe you don’t want to
believe that because you know that you wouldn’t get a chance with him if the
odds were there.”
at her with an odd expression and she still kept her mockingly face while
staring at you intensely with her hand on her hip. ”Brittany in case you didn’t
notice, he’s our teacher.”
that’s not gonna prevent me from anything.” She said with a smirk and turned
her attention back to the other girls, laughing and chatting with them which
made your eyes glanced back at Matty’s who had the exact same expression as
crazy you know that.” He mumbled with a chuckle afterwards and you nodded your
head with a smile by his words and your attention went back to the pasta salad
in front of you.
can’t keep it a secret anymore I’m craving to know. What happened at the party?
I wish I was there but somehow I ended up taking a cap early because I thought I
was too drunk to function. My mom laughed pretty hard when she found me on the
carpet by my bed with my dog cuddling next to me.”
in mid-track with biting onto your pasta and your eyes glanced up towards his
desperate waiting ones and a smile broke onto your face even though you felt
nervous about telling him. He always seemed up to ease your nerves and it was
great. You finished chewing and took a sip from your chocolate milk before moving
your head forward so the talking could be quieter and he leaned forward as
remember when we disappeared from each other? Well now I know where you went so
after you went home with the cab… ” He nodded his head by your question and
furrowed his eyebrows.
endless dancing with some of the other students from the drama class, I went
outside to get some fresh air, and Dylan happened to be there as well.” Matty’s
eyes widened and he mumbled; ”Oh no.” Under his breath.
no. He ended up trying to kiss me and do some other stuff that I don’t feel
comfortable mentioning here but then this weird thing happened. A jogger who
appeared to look exactly like Mr. Hemmings was all of the sudden there out of
nowhere and ended up saving me from Dylan’s harassing.” Matty’s eyes widened
even more than before and his jaw felt almost down to his pasta salad. ”You
sure it was Mr. Hemmings?”
100%! But I’m too afraid to even ask him even though I’m craving to know if it
was him. I just want to thank him if so.”
can you be sure it was him? I mean it was late at night, what would he be doing
outside?” Matty asked and crossed his arms, trying to multiply an answer to
your words. ”I don’t know, but I know he throws a great punch. He knocked out Dylan
just by one punch with his fist. It’s the reason why his nose is broken now.
But I think he was too drunk to even remember. Well I hope so.” Both yours and
Matty’s eyes adverted towards the table with the jocks, and he noticed how
Dylan was sitting with something around his nose to prevent the pain and make
it heal normal.
sorry to hear that. But I’m just not sure if it was Mr. Hemmings. You know, I’m
just trying to be realistic.” He apologized and you nodded your head agreeing
and crossed your arms. Maybe he was right? What were the chances that it was actually
Mr. Hemmings who had knocked out a student at some random high school party.
he say he lived?” You asked after some silence of thinking and Matty finished
chewing his food while thinking, his eyebrows furrowing while he swallowed the
small piece of food.
really remember if he said down by Norwest Christian College or if it was the
place he had been going to high school.” He responded and you bit your lip and
looked down at your food with curious eyes. There were too many clues pointing
towards the fact that it was Mr. Hemmings who had been there that night. But
Matty was almost always right about things and you were torn who to trust.
the same thoughts with you for the rest of the day, right until you stopped in
track at the parking lot and noticed Mr. Hemmings standing by his Range Rover
car, leaning against it with his phone and looked intensely at it. Your breath
hitched in your throat as you stopped in track and just stared him for seconds,
debating whether to go talk to him or not.
Hemmings!?” Your voice yelled before your brain could think and your eyes
widened by your sudden words and hoped he wouldn’t hear but his head rose up
from his phone and he looked towards your direction with furrowed eyebrows.
mumbled under your breath and hit yourself mentally for yelling before you
walked towards his car and eyed him as he put his phone back in his pocket and
crossed his arms.
it was, right?” He asked as you came closer and you nodded your head and looked
at him with curious and odd eyes. There was no doubt. He was the one even if
Matty kept on claiming he wasn’t.
I’m still trying to learn all the names which is quite difficult right now.” He
said with his endless of charm and he ran his fingers through his quiffed hair.
sure…” You mumbled concentration on something else and he noticed how you
were staring at him more than just necessary. ”Is there something on my face?”
He asked with a smirk and ran his fingers down his defined cheekbone and you
bit your lip and shook your head, getting out of your thoughts.
you doing at the party last Saturday?” You weren’t supposed to get it out like
that but there wasn’t any regrets at this point and Mr. Hemmings furrowed his eyebrows
in confuse and looked at you with confused eyes.
know what you’re talking about.” He said almost with no emotion on his face and
even though his eyes were dull and closed like a book, you could see still the
hint of lie in his eyes.
do. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You fought back and Mr. Hemmings crossed
his arms in disbelief by your words. ”I don’t really understand what you’re referring
to.” He said and lifted his eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes by his words and
lack of acting.
’Mr. Hemmings’, I’m not dumb and from your choice of study career I conclude
that you’re smarter than your attitude. Take off your mask and stop acting like
a dumb fool. You know exactly what party, and exactly what I’m talking about. You
came up to me and this other student and knocked the sense out of him! And the
only thing I wanna know is why you were there at the exact moment and just
fucking thank you for saving me from being sexually harassed by a drunken
Mr. Hemmings looked
at you with wide eyes but still with a grin on his face, and he shook his head
and laughed before walking towards the driver seat of the car, opened the door
and looked at you with a glance of disbelief.
days.. When do they learn?” Your mouth felt open by his words and watched him
as he took a seat inside his car, smacked the door shut and drove out from the
parking lot and towards the road. You were still frozen in your spot, not
knowing what to do or what to say at this moment.
fucking 18 you shitty piece of upcoming math teacher!” You swore under your
breath and kicked a rock that was resting otherwise nicely on the ground and
you turned around furiously and headed towards your bike. This was war, and not
just the typical war towards a teacher. This was something more intense and
serious and you swore Mr. Hemmings would regret becoming a teacher when this
year was over.
So I’m eating pizza and a guy comes up to me and my friend and says “Um excuse me what are your tops” (i was wearing a ‘i don’t understand that reference top’ with a pic of misha and Shae (@my-neighbor-castiel) was wearing a moose and squirrel top with a pic of jensen and jared). Low and behold it was Misha fucking Collins. We talked to him for it seems ever and he took my phone and was trying to figure out how to take a picture. So here is his amazing photo skills and i can now die happy.
Fandom: The Avengers: Age of Ultron
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Reader
Word Count: 2,380
When the robots invaded Sokovia and the city started
cracking apart, you didn’t run away or get scared. Instead, you got excited.
This was a chance for you to use your powers for good. You
could help evacuate civilians or kick some robot butt, instead of rotting away
in a cell like you had been for the last year (yes, they let you out
occasionally, but only so you could practice using your powers in a larger
This would be fun.
You backed up, away from the robots that were pointing big,
menacing laser guns at you. You were getting dangerously close to the edge of
the (currently suspended in midair) city, and when Pietro heard you release a
string of curses, he realized just how close you were to imminent death (he
also realized that you were quite pretty, but now was not the time for him to
dwell on those thoughts).
He dashed over to you and plucked you out of the danger
area, before running back over to the two robots and bashing them to pieces
with a pipe he had picked up off the ground.
You huffed to yourself in annoyance when you found yourself
a good ten feet away from the edge of the cliff (it wasn’t really a cliff, but
when a city gets lifted into the friggin’ air, it does create a sort of cliff
Believe it or not, you hadn’t needed saving, and you were
most certainly not a damsel in
You actually had had a plan. One that was now completely
useless, thanks to that blue blur.
You sighed before scooping up the pipe that the man had
abandoned and using it to brutally smash a robot’s head in. You could take care
Pietro kept snagging glances of you while the battle raged
on, and it was kind of ticking him off. Why hadn’t you gotten off of the
floating city yet? There was no reason for you to stay and do…whatever it was
you had been doing, Pietro wasn’t really sure.
When there was a slight lull in the battle, Pietro found
you, and decided to ask you just what you thought you were doing.
“Hey, you! Crazy voman! Vhat are you doing?”
You glared at him. “Oh, hey, good to see you too, Sonic.”
He frowned at you. “I don’t understand vhat you are trying
“That makes two of us, bud.”
The man’s frown deepened. “Vhat are you still doing here?
Vhy haven’t you left the city yet?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m trying to help you guys! Have you
not realized that you’re drastically outnumbered?”
“Of course ve have, but vhat can you do to help?” Speedy
asked, raising a silvery eyebrow at you.
Pietro was only a little bit frightened by the slightly maniacal
grin that stretched across your face at his words.
“Watch and find out, Dash.”
“…I do not understand your references.” Pietro murmured
under his breath, but you had already turned on your heel and marched back into
the battle. Before he even had the chance to go to and probably rescue you, you
were punching a robot, right in its metal face.
Pietro gaped wordlessly, sure that you had just absolutely smashed the bones in your hand, and
blinking in confusion when the robot flew backwards and crashed into a
You twisted your neck around just enough to wink at him, and
then you were tearing robots apart as easily as though they were paper.
Pietro had no idea how you were able to do that, but hey,
you were helping his team (and wow, did it feel weird to say that), so he let
you keep doing it and helped you out whenever he could.
When you saw the one guy with the bow and arrows running to
rescue a kid, and the robot that was watching them intently, you knew that it
was going to cause some trouble. So you chucked a car at it before it could
Legolas nodded at you as he ran the kid over to his mother,
and you nodded back, feeling strangely proud of yourself.
This was better than you expected. Finally, your powers were
being used to help people (for a long time, you had hated your powers and the
people who had “gifted” them to you).
It wasn’t until all the robots were destroyed and the city
had been demolished (to protect the world from getting blown up), that the
people you had helped fight with realized that they had no idea who you were.
So, for some reason, they decided that handcuffing you was
the best thing to do while they interrogated you. The weirdly fast guy with the
silver hair was the only one that realized you had broken them when no one else
was paying attention, but he, for some reason, said nothing to the others.
“Who do you work for?” The African American man interrogated
you, his voice not cruel or mean, just curious.
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t “work” for anyone. Did you not
see me helping your puppets defeat all those robots?”
The man shrugged. “I did, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t
working for someone.” He held up his hands when you continued to glare at him.
“If you don’t work for anyone, that’s fine. It just means that it’s going to be
a lot harder for you.”
That got your attention.
“We’re going to have to run some tests to see how you got
your abilities, since you won’t give us your employer’s name.”
You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t have an employer.”
“But there was someone who gave you your powers, was there
“Well, yes, but that is not the same thing as an employer.”
The man chuckled a little. “Fair enough. Who gave you your
super strength, then?”
“Hydra.” Just saying the name left a bitter taste in your
That seemed to intrigue the man. He left the room without
saying a word, and when the door finally swung open, the silver haired man
“Oh, hey Speedy, good to see you again.” You said, quirking
an eyebrow at the man as he sat in the chair across from yours.
“Hello again, crazy voman.”
A little smirk curled the edge of your lips up. “To think, even
after I helped you fight evil robots that’s all I am to you.”
Pietro rolled his eyes. “Hello again, crazy, pretty voman.”
“Oh, you flatter me so.” You said, letting the handcuffs
fall to the floor with a metallic clang as you pretended to fan yourself.
“You are an odd one.” He commented, but not in a rude way.
On the contrary, he seemed quite interested in you.
“In my defense, you’re the first person I’ve spoken to
in…what, a year?, that hasn’t injected me with some type of serum. My “people
skills” are “rusty”.”
That seemed to surprise him. “Did you not volunteer for the
experiments? My sister and I volunteered to be mutated but you seem
You looked at him incredulously. “You volunteered for that
torture? Why on Earth would you do that?”
“Ah, ah, ah, I am the one interrogating you, not the other
You rolled your eyes but responded anyway. “I came to
Sokovia, I want to say thirteen months ago? Somewhere around there, in any
case. I just wanted to explore before I started college, so I came here. I was
kidnapped, right from my hotel room, the day before my flight out of here.” You
explained, your fists clenching and unclenching rapidly.
“They told me that I was “special” and that they needed me
for their experiments. I told them to fuck off and that I wanted to go home,
but they turned me into this.” You
said, gesturing at yourself with obvious distain.
Pietro frowned sympathetically. “Vell, I mean, it’s not that
bad. It’s not like you’re a monster.”
“Oh, if only you knew.” You said, laughing bitterly and
effectively catching his attention.
“”Vhat” do you think? They made me hurt people. I mean, I
guess it’s my own fault. They would lock me in a room with other mutated
people, and they said that only one could survive. I could’ve let them kill me,
but I just…I didn’t want to die! So I…I killed them. I am a monster.”
Angry tears were pricking the corners of your eyes, and
Pietro was just about to give you a hug or do something to stop the trembling in your voice when Fury entered the
room, told him he would finish the interrogation, and ushered him out the door.
Pietro did as Fury asked, but dashed back into the room less
than a second later and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead (you
hadn’t even known for sure it actually happened until you saw the door swing
shut with a quiet, barely audible click).
You were left with a persistent, pink blush that stayed
throughout the rest of the “interview”, as Fury decided to call it (needless to
say, you were pretty sure that Fury thought you had a crush on him).
When Fury finally decided that you were not, in fact, hell
bent on world domination (or something of the sort), he put you under Pietro’s
watch. For some reason, it made sense to him to put two of Hydra’s creations
You were fine with it, Pietro wasn’t a bad guy, but you felt
bad because he was stuck with babysitting you. He informed you that he was new
to the whole “being a good guy” thing too, and he wasn’t quite used to the
You and Pietro were sparring (which essentially just
involved you chucking large objects at him and him dodging them) when you
finally decided to ask him about why he got involved with Hydra.
He shrugged. “Vanda and me, ve vere angry and ve vanted
revenge. Hydra vanted villing participants, so ve volunteered. The rest is,”
Pietro pointed at himself. “History.”
Pietro looked at you curiously. “I have a question for you,
“Shoot.” You said, lifting up a five hundred pound exercise
machine with ease and pretending to throw it at him.
“How come ve vere never forced to fight? And how come ve
You frowned. “I don’t know, actually. I mean, I heard about the
famous Twins, you guys were their prized possessions, and I think I caught a
glimpse of Wanda once, but I think they were only pitting the weak ones against
the weak ones. You and Wanda were their strongest players, and I think they
were trying to replicate that with me and the others, so they forced us to be
stronger than we thought we could be.”
You let a small smile cross onto your face before you continued. “They might’ve also known that letting us meet would’ve been dangerous.”
“Vhy is that?” Pietro asked, arching an eyebrow that was the
color of moonlight.
“I would’ve had the biggest crush on you, and then I
would’ve been distracted from my “training”, and it would’ve just been a big
mess.” You murmured, only a little sheepishly.
Pietro grinned. “Oh, really?” Before you had time to blink,
he had zoomed over to you and was standing only inches away from you. “Vould it
really have been that big of mess?”
You nodded. “Absolutely. I mean, a guy with super speed and
a woman with super strength? Can you imagine what we would’ve done if one of us
had gotten hurt?”
He frowned, reaching a hand out to gently cup your cheek.
“But you did get hurt. That’s all they did to you. And I…” He shook his head,
still frowning. “I volunteered for this. You didn’t. I’m sorry about what they
did to you.”
You shrugged, absentmindedly leaning into his touch (you
hadn’t been touched gently in over a year, sue you). “It’s not that bad. I
mean, I should never have trouble opening jars again, so that’s a plus.” You
raised your eyes so that they met his. “I would’ve never met you.” You
For some reason, from the moment Pietro had “saved” you from
the robots, you had felt a connection to him. It felt like there was an
invisible tether between the two of you, and if you were too far away from him,
the tether would shrink until you got closer again. It was astounding that you
had lived through the battle, honestly.
“Before I do something stupid, there vasn’t a boyfriend or a
girlfriend in the picture a year ago, right?” Pietro asked, his face getting
closer to yours.
You shook your head, a smile slipping onto your face.
Pietro’s kiss was gentle, like he was afraid of hurting you
(and wasn’t that something, how could he possibly hurt you when you could lift
five hundred pounds without breaking a sweat?), and so were his arms when they
wound around your waist.
Your smile widened as you brought your hands to his cheeks,
kissing him deeply. You had been aching for human contact for that year you
were locked away, and here Pietro was, willingly giving it to you.
Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest as Pietro’s lips
moved against yours, his hands moving from your waist to your back, then to your
neck and back again because he just could not keep still. When you separated a
few moments later, your cheeks were flushed, your eyes were hazy, and your mind
“You are something else.” You mumbled, very pleasantly
He shook his head, smiling as he lazily kissed you again.
Even though you didn’t know a lot about him, you knew that
he was exactly what you needed right now.
Director Fury had told you that he wanted you, Pietro, and
Wanda to start training for the Avengers, but you knew that you were still too
broken and still too angry to be of any use without Pietro there to keep you
grounded and under control.
Fandom: Teen Wolf and Supernatural Pairing: Stiles x Reader Warning: N/A Writer: hachievans Summary/Request: You are a hunter, travelling with Sam and Dean, Stiles is your boyfriend, but you two are in a long distance relationship. Notes: Did the editing, but the majority of it is hachievans‘ work.
Since it's already past midnight in my time zone I have to ask: which one of the Legends is the first to wish the others May The Fourth Be With You? Any other Star Wars related headcanons for the crew? I mean, we all know they're nerds XD thx! :)
Ray’s the only one who consciously remembers and looks forward to May 4th every year. He always makes sure to say it to as many people as possible, which is really easy when he’s living on a ship with 7 other people.
Kendra doesn’t usually wish people a May The Fourth Be With You unless she knows they’re massive geeks, but she loves that Ray does it. She’s been known to draw little stars around May 4th on all her calendars as a dumb in-joke with herself.
You should have seen the Jitters chalkboards last May 4th; Kendra went ALL. OUT. with the Star Wars art. When Iris came in to get her morning coffee she made sure to compliment it and sent about 8000 pictures to Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin.
Leonard has been a giant-ass Star Wars nerd since his mom took him to A New Hope. (Going by LoT’s timeline he would be about 5, but their timeline is wack, so let’s say he was somewhere under 10.) That means it’s like the one thing he actually can’t mock Ray for, he so just gives him a little smile and nod of approval when Ray wishes him a MTFBWY over breakfast.
Oh my god, didn’t Mark bust Len out of prison like right before Christmas? He would have been just in time for The Force Awakens; IMAGINE HOW HAPPY HE MUST HAVE BEEN.
Also imagine Leonard and Lisa going to TFA on Chirstmas like a couple of giddy kids oh my god.
Geeks,” Mick mutters into his coffee, but he means it in a nice way. They’re his favorite geeks, after all.
Sara fires back a Vulcan salute and a “Live long and prosper to you, too, buddy,” just to make Ray and Leonard groan. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“For the eight thousandth time,” Rip sighs, “I don’t understand your 21st century pop cultural references.”
Which is when Gideon helpfully tries to offer Rip a plot synopsis, because obviously at least 2 separate crew members have had Gideon download Star Wars for them at this point.
Martin hasn’t seen a single Star Wars movie in his life. It wasn’t on purpose at first, he just never got around to it. But then he got irritated by how hyped up it was, and decided that it sounded dumb and full of cliches and fake science anyway, and now he’s just weirdly stubbornly proud of having never seen it. His students/nieces and nephews/the S.T.A.R. Labs nerds have been trying to wear him down for years now, but it’s not happening.
Jax gets pumped at hell as soon as Ray reminds him what day it is and immediately begins planning the crew movie night, which quickly escalates from “we should hang out on the ship and watch dvds” to “we should totally just go to all of the movie premiers”.
Logically THAT escalates into a fight about what the correct viewing order is. Leonard ignore 1-3 altogether; Ray refuses to watch in anything but chronological order; Kendra’s a fan of the 4 5 1 2 3 6 viewing order; and Jax thinks they should just go to each movie premier in the order that they came out.
Rip, Sara, Martin, and Mick sit back and watch the nerds fights with mild interest since nothing better is going on.
ShiroPidge Week 2016 - @shidgeweek Day 3:
Alternate Universe Historical AU re-imagining Katie Holt as the infamous Alice Roosevelt, daughter of US President Teddy Roosevelt during her 1905 diplomatic peace delegation to Hawaii, Japan, China, the Philippines, and Korea. We blame @osheamobile and @walkwthoutrhythm for encouraging this concept. Rating: PG Word Count:
Characters: Katie “Pidge” Holt, Matt Holt, Sam Holt, Lance McCain, Hunk Garrett, Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane, Shay Notes: no Lions, not fully researched and thought out–just a fun proof of concept, female pronouns for Pidge, romantic Shiro/Pidge
She swept into the room again, a sheaf of papers in hand.
“In hand” was too gentle a description actually. A sheaf of papers
brandished dangerously above her head, already being shaken in time to the
tirade– impassioned speech they were surely about to be subjected to.
Imagine being thousands of years old and when you get mad you use old insults.
“No I don’t want to hear anything from imbecilic mouths! What were you thinking!?”
“Do you think it would prove that you’re abydocomist’s? A part of me wished that you didn’t make it so I can bring you back and kill you myself you bobolyne bedswerver’s!” You turned and stormed to your room.
“You three are a bunch of fopdoodle!” with that you slammed your door.
“What she say?” Dean said.
“I don’t understand those references…” Castiel said.
(Y/N) laughed softly as she watched the boys banter back and forth across the lab.
“Magic is not the same thing as science, Thor. Your little weird spacey world needs to learn the difference.” Tony shook his head.
“In my world, magic and science have become one in the same.” Thor argued, frowning tightly.
Bruce chuckled quietly. “Maybe he’s got a sort of point, Tony. I mean, every chemical reaction is kind of like magic.” He offered, Thor nodding in agreement.
“Science doesn’t have anything to do with Houdini and the whole getting out of chains thing.” Tony complained, sighing.
Thor frowned slightly, looking over (Y/N) for some sort of explanation. “I…I don’t understand your reference. What is this Houdini you speak of?”
Tony groaned quietly. “(Y/N), could you please talk some sense into your boyfriend if he’s going to stand here in my science lab. Did you hear that? Science lab. Not magic lab. Come on, Banner, let’s go get some food while Thor learns his vocabulary.” Tony grabbed Banner and shoved him out of the room, walking quickly to the kitchen.
“You humans have such tiny minds.” Thor smirked, shaking his head.
“Hey, I think I have a rather large mind!” (Y/N) argued, laughing. “Well maybe for a human.”
Thor smiled over at her kindly. “No, you’re very wise for a living being. Not just for a human. You are an exception of the human race.” He explained, taking her hand gently and kissing it gently.
“You’re such a sweet talker, Thor.” (Y/N) giggled. “Dang, it’s hard not to love you.” She murmured softly, smiling up at him.
“Me?” Thor looked confused again, tilting his head. “You love me?” (Y/N) smiled wider.
“Of course I do.” She laughed, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “I thought you knew that.”
Thor blushed slightly and grinned. “You love me.” He repeated, looking across the room with a curious look in his eyes. “I do believe you are my definition of love, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Thor nodded once, as if to make it official. “Yes, you are my definition of love.”
(Y/N) blushed hard, blinking in surprise. “Thor..” She laughed gently.
Thor smiled at her and tilted her chin up slightly, pressing his lips to hers. “I love you, Lady (Y/N).” He whispered gently.